Thanksgiving is this week.

I hate the holidays and this time of year. I like Christmas music, and shopping, and Christmas Eve, and being close to people. I just have no one to really be close to. Ryan is my family now, and I realized that all I want is to go curl up by the fire at my parents and stay there for a few months. I don't understand it. I feel safe there and like nothing could go wrong there.

The entire thought of the holidays is making me sad this year. Christmas music on the radio reduced me to tears on the drive home one day last week. I'm missing the past and what used to be.

FORGET DECEMBER.